Clank! Clink!
Inside the massive hall underground were thousands of people, guards, and slaves. Among them were several hundred goblin slaves, and…hundreds of dwarves.
There were dozens of trebuchets lined up, all with different progress. There was also an area creating the other weapons, like certain types of bows and arrows, as well as bombs.
There were different workshops for the bombs. Not a lot could be made by batch, but there were still many times more than what most cities could produce.
Not that other places had any idea of this, of course.
Evos stood above them on a mezzanine floor that had an overview of the entire workshop. It was a place that never stopped running because he hoped to stockpile as much dwarven equipment as he could.
Even if their effects at the city level were limited, and any improvement was a long shot, they could make up for the shortcomings with the quantity.
